Anybody got any big hunting plans this weekend or are you all going trick or treating?

I'm planning on going out and stealing Justin's treesteps... oh wait, that's already been done. heh heh heh

I have no news on the hunting scene to write about, but hey, like that's gonna stop me.

I seem to have contracted some 'Justin Cooties'. Yesterday afternoon I drove the 15 miles to my one hunting spot only to discover that the farmer was out harvesting the corn. (this wasn't entirely unexpected) Since my stand is pretty much in the middle of the corn field, I drove off to my other hunting spot.

Along the way, the duct tape that was my vent window blew away. The wind was refreshing for about 30 seconds... then it became annoying. I finally get to my other spot and see that a portion of the soybeans have just been cut. I don't see any active machinery so go over to my climber next to the bean field and climb up the tree.
As I pull my bow up, the rope breaks and my bow crashes back to the ground. Grrrrr.. I climb back down and inspect the bow. Seems okay (the benefit of shooting really old, basic equipment.. if it's lasted this long.. it's probably pretty hard to destroy) Off in the distance I hear a combine fire up. I give up on that stand location and walk over to my other stand. The wind is really wrong.. but I'm desperate now.

It's 4:15pm by time I'm settled into the other stand. Nothing shows up except for three very tempting (and out-of-season) raccoons which waddle by at 15 yards.

On my walk out I discover that my trail camera is not functioning. At the van I set down my pack, put my bow in it's case and take off my clothes (not all of them). I hop in, turn the van around and see that I've come within inches of running over my pack which contains my phone, camera and range finder.

A mile down the road I pass a Durango on the side of the road with half it's front end damaged and a dead deer lying off in the ditch. That poor guy must have gotten a full blown case of Justin Cooties.